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I thought back to seeing all the boys earlier in the mess hall. I thought back to "the lump" as Marilyn referred to the bulge in Johnny's shorts. I thought of Marilyn's goals for the summer - anal sex, group sex and exhibitionism. Things that I had read about, but never imagined myself being in those scenarios. Never thought I might get an opportunity to do anything like that. But here was Marilyn planning on doing it, making it happen. Then it began to play in my mind. I closed my eyes. I could see tiny little Marilyn, hair wet and dripping, water running down her back as she drops to her knees in front of a smiling Johnny Winston. Water cascades down his chest as he rips his shirt over his head. He looks down at her. His sexy lower lip is sticking out in that classic pout he gets. She pulls at his shorts and they begin to slide down his hips. His boxers come into view. Everything is wet as though the two of them are showering together - as though they are here with me now.
The shorts slide out of view. She rubs the palm of her hand along the lump in the boxers. He moans. She smiles devilishly and rubs harder. My hands are at my breasts, holding them underneath, feeling the spray shoot across the hard tips - back and forth, back and forth. I squeeze them together, gently milking them from the sensitive soft undersides to my nipples with my thumb and forefingers. I feel hot.